1SINNERS, believe the gospel-word,
Jesus is come, your souls to save!
Jesus is come, your common Lord:
Pardon ye all in him may have,
May now be saved, who ever will;
This man receiveth sinners still
2See where the lame, the halt, the blind,
The deaf, the dumb, the sick, the poor,
Flock to the friend of human-kind,
And freely accept their cure:
To whom doth he his help deny?
Whom in his days of fless pass by?
3Did not his word the fiends expel?
The lepers cleanse and raise the dead?
Did he not all their sickness heal?
And satisfy their every need?
Did he reject their helpless clay?
Or send them sorrowful away?
4Nay, but his bowels yearned to see
The people hungry, scattered, faint:
Nay, but he uttered over thee
Jerusalem, a true complaint;
Jerusalem, who shedst his blood,
That with his tears for thee hath flowed